Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The next few days will be full of excitement and tension. The order of the competition will be determined by drawing lots. Mo Yun will be promoted directly after winning a few games in a row, and he can rest for a few days.

Ye Wuchen occasionally went to watch the competition, but he was always so bored that he fell asleep.

This day, he still dozed off while watching the competition, but today the referee was so loud that his brain hurt from the noise, so he went back to the room after finding a position.

On the way, he passed by Mo Yun's residence, and stepped in to have a look.

There was some awkwardness in the house.

Lu Xiao stared at Mo Yun, who was disheveled on the bed, Ye Wuchen stopped after walking a few steps, staring at Lu Xiao strangely: "Why are you here?"

Lu Xiao didn't answer, just stared fixedly at the boy's skin on the bed, good guy, it's bruised and purple!

Mo Yun straightened up his clothes calmly, leaned against the bed and smiled at Ye Wuchen: "Master, you are back."

Lu Xiao clicked his tongue twice: "You are too cruel to this child..."

No wonder I had to let him write, it turned out to be a guilty conscience.

Thinking of this, his broken mouth began to crackle again: "Brother Ye, don't worry, I won't say anything. It would be better if I could write it..."

Mo Yun listened to his remarks, and then looked at the wound on his body - this was left on purpose by the martial arts competition, and he wanted to use this to rub against Ye Wuchen's bed.

The second monk Ye Wuchen couldn't figure it out: "Why won't you say it?"

"Brother Ye, you can't play tricks like this, this kid has been made like this by you!"

"what are you talking about?"

Ye Wuchen frowned, and took a few steps towards Mo Yun, but Lu Xiao stood in front of him and said to Mo Yun behind him, "Don't worry, Uncle Master will definitely seek justice for you."

Mo Yun opened his mouth to explain, but was blocked by Lu Xiao, "It's okay, uncle is on your side, you don't need to explain to him."

The two confronted each other, and the atmosphere did not ease up for a long time.

His nose looked like he was going to scold someone, and Mo Yun next to him pulled up his clothes, jumped off the bed, and stood in front of Ye Wuchen, "I told you it wasn't made by Master."

He was only wearing a thin undershirt, but now it was pulled tightly. Ye Wuchen, who was blocked by him, couldn't help but brush off his loose black hair, and pulled his collar down.

There were large and small bruises on the snow-white skin, probably caused by using his body to block the spiritual power during the martial arts competition. Ye Wuchen touched it with his fingers and began to pick off his clothes.

"Master?!"

"Take the medicine first."

In just a split second, Mo Yun was dragged and pushed onto the bed by him, lying on his stomach in a daze, like a doll at his mercy.

Ye Wuchen wiped the wound medicine on him, and recalled Mo Yun's situation during the martial arts competition, and suddenly said: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Mo Yun trembled, biting the quilt silently.

When he didn't get a response, Ye Wuchen assumed that he had acquiesced, and he frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something.

If there is no accident, Mo Yun will win the promotion match in a few days, and finally meet Gong Linglan in the final, who was also targeted by Luo Yuchu that day.

"You don't want to participate?"

After Ye Wuchen thought about it, there was only this reason for Mo Yun to get injured on purpose during the game.

He thought the kid was a fool.

If you don't want to participate in the competition, just tell him no, why make yourself so embarrassed.

Mo Yun froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to think in that direction, and couldn't think of a better answer for a while.

He couldn't tell Ye Wuchen that he intentionally left a few injuries in order to rub against Ye Wuchen's bed.

Although I didn't think there was anything wrong when I did it, but after thinking about it carefully, I found that this idea was quite retarded.

Both master and apprentice didn't open their mouths, so Lu Xiao opened the folding fan and put it on Ye Wuchen's shoulder. Hearing Ye Wuchen's words just now, it seemed to be completely different from what he thought, so he could only ask.

"Hey, brother Ye, you really didn't do this kid's injury?"

Ye Wuchen was smearing medicine on Mo Yun's back, he couldn't help but froze for a moment when he heard this, and the movements of his hands also paused: "Do you think I caused the injury on his body?"

"beat?"

Lu Xiao felt that his thoughts and Ye Wuchen might not be in the same world.

"Even if I teach my disciples a lesson, I won't use beating."

The two talked to each other, but they didn't understand what the other was talking about. Mo Yun couldn't listen anymore. He sat up and wanted to explain to the two, but Ye Wuchen pressed him on the bed again: "Don't listen to me!" Move, haven't wiped it off yet."

"..."

In the end, Mo Yun lay down on the bed depressed, helped the two of them to clear their minds, let them understand what the other party meant, and explained the origin of the injury by the way.

The ointment was packaged in a celadon bottle, the paste was fragrant and had a bit of a bitter taste, Ye Wuchen helped Mo Yun wipe the wound on his back and gave him the porcelain bottle to let him heal the wound on his own.

Then, he looked at Lu Xiao.

"What does Elder Lu mean by this, can you explain?"

"Ye...Brother Ye, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding."

Lu Xiao's eyes flickered, he smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and disappeared in a flash.

Ye Wuchen didn't catch up, but took off his bamboo hat, closed the door that Lu Xiao knocked open, sat by the bed, and stared at Mo Yun.

Mo Yun thought that he was supervising his application of medicine, so he reluctantly applied medicine to his abdominal injury.

Well, the plan fell apart.

The sun was scorching outside the window. Occasionally, disciples walked through the corridor, and there were a few loud jokes. The unknown flower fragrance from the garden outside was mixed with the incense, lingering and blending.

The boy on the bed was downcast, as if he had missed something that he thought about day and night, Ye Wuchen suddenly poked his face, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you want to compare?"

Mo Yun shook his head and sighed.

"Then why did you make yourself like this?"

Mo Yun looked at him and sighed again.

"Mo Yun."

"Eh--"

"why?"

"Ugh……"

Ye Wuchen tugged at his hair, feeling that the child looked like a little old man.

"Master, I want to sleep with you." Mo Yun's plan failed, so he could only state his purpose in a simple and straightforward way, to see if he could get the person's consent.

"Are you... still afraid?"

Mo Yun nodded.

Ye Wuchen sighed, still feeling in his heart that Mo Yun intentionally left some wounds on his body because of the shadow brought to him by his previous life.

And the culprit of all this is him as the author.

So guilty, he agreed.

"When I get back to Qingfeng, I have to sleep by myself, understand?"

Mo Yun nodded hurriedly.

Let's go back to Qingfeng to talk about the matter of Zhiqingfeng.

Afterwards, Ye Wuchen checked his pulse again, seeing that he didn't cause any internal injuries, he let go of his hand.

With a bang, the door was knocked open again, and the two mahogany doors swayed, as if they were about to fall apart in a second.

Lu Xiao stood in front of the door panting heavily, "Brother Ye, I came to talk to you before."

Ye Wuchen said: "What did you say?"

Lu Xiao ran to sit down in front of Zi Yuqiao's desk, with a glint in his eyes, and beckoned Ye Wuchen to pass.

"Brother Ye, do you remember Luo Qingyu?"

"The former head of Xianqi faction?"

Lu Xiao propped himself on the table, making Ye Wuchen get closer, and was about to speak, but his sight was blocked by a curtain of white gauze.

Mo Yun helped Ye Wuchen put on the bamboo hat, and sat on the cushion next to him, harmless to humans and animals, "Master forgot to bring this."

"Thank you, Elder Lu, continue, what's wrong with Luo Qingyu?"

Lu Xiao glanced at the young man who was smiling at him, and suddenly felt a chill, but he was busy talking about things, so he didn't take it to heart.

"She may also be affected by the puppet Gu."

Ye Wuchen paused, "How did you know?"

"Before, the head of the sect ordered me and Lang Luan to arrest her. At that time, she said...that she was born to be involuntary. Anyway, she had a lot of chats with me, but every time she came to a key point, she would suddenly attack me. I I thought it was her trick at the time."

Lu Xiao bent his fingers, tapped the table lightly, and continued: "But I met Gu Baiye recently, and he didn't know what happened to him, so he told me about it, saying that Gong Xiyuan died decades ago. Eyeing the Xianqi faction..."

"So Luo Qingyu is a puppet and can't help herself?"

"That's what Gu Baiye said indeed. Oh, brother Ye doesn't know Gu Baiye, he is also an elder of the Cangsong Sect. He became famous 20 years ago."

Ye Wuchen propped his chin: "Since you are the elder of the Cangsong Sect, why did you tell you about this matter?"

Everyone knows that Lu Xiao can't hide things, and after the incident of the Xianqi faction, the public opinion of the Cangsong faction is not very good, and Gu Baiye leaked this matter to Lu Xiao, what kind of heart is he? .

"Who knows what that guy is thinking, it's gloomy every day, as if someone robbed his wife."

Lu Xiao lay on the table, pointed his fingers at the table, and muttered to himself: "I can't just want to bring down the Cangsong faction."

Four days later, Mo Yun entered the promotion competition. Due to the deep memory of the Cangsong faction in his previous life, he also focused on the weaknesses of these opponents he had fought against.

A ghost is terrifying, full of hostility, not like ordinary teenagers, but full of youthful spirit.

That's what the folks think of him.

But there are also people who have doubts about his strange figure and skills.

"Is this really an apprentice taught by Master Ye?"

Ye Wuchen would often hear such words when he was watching Mo Yun at the elders' bench. He crossed his legs gracefully, leaned lazily on the grand teacher's chair, and chuckled: "Of course, I raised it."

The meaning of pride is in the words.

Every set of exercises and every body shape of Mo Yun was carefully forged by him when he was writing the book. He even had a special notebook in high school, where he drew these thrilling and treacherous techniques, all for him protagonist.

But in the book, of course, these exercises were developed by Mo Yun himself.

Because his main character is a genius!

Fifteen days later, the individual competition had entered the final stage. Mo Yun drew Gong Xiyuan by lottery. Just like in his previous life, he was not surprised.

The boxy Huaian Terrace is simple and clean. Although it was destroyed three years ago, there are no traces of repairs at all, and the spiritual power filled with it is even more pure and clean.

I just don't know how many spirit stones were used to fill it up.

The boy on the opposite side was probably about seventeen or eighteen years old. He tied a ponytail with a sapphire hair crown, and was wearing a student uniform of the Cangsong School. is serious.

On the other hand, Mo Yun has a relaxed expression and a clean smile. The clothes of the Immortal Sword Sect disciples are as white as morning mist. He looks like a place across Gonglinglan, with stars in his eyes, and his smile becomes more and more cute. Go to the adults for sugar.

"why are you laughing?"

Mo Yun came back to his senses, and immediately got serious: "Has it started yet?"

"not yet."

The referee is still introducing them.

"Then what do you care about me?"

"..."

A moment later, the transparent spiritual power shield was raised, and the match began.

The two saluted each according to the martial arts rules, and called out their natal swords one after another.

Gong Linglan's natal sword is called Xieyue. The body of the sword is snow-white, and the hilt is painted with a picture of Taiji Yin and Yang. As soon as the sword is released, the young man is surrounded by hazy ice mist, engulfed in a gust of cold air.

When Mo Yun saw this, he didn't know what to think, and suddenly lowered his head to stare at the black ghost, and slapped it: "Why aren't you white..."

In this way, his and Ye Wuchen's swords are the same color.

Guisha felt a little wronged by his master's behavior, and he couldn't do anything about it being blackmailed by the soldiers.

Over there, Gong Linglan tiptoed to the ground, bent over and sprinted, and the slanting moon was wrapped in a gust of wind, stabbing at Mo Yun's neck with freezing points, and his sharp sword energy brought him cold words: "This is a competition, Mo Xianjun!" Be more serious."

The whole audience was in an uproar, Gong Linglan's move was completely aimed at Mo Yun's lifeline, if there was no spiritual power shield outside to protect Mo Yun, Mo Yun would either be killed or injured.

But there is a spiritual shield at this moment, if Mo Yun didn't dodge the blow, he would just be sentenced to lose.

But no one would think that Mo Yun would lose because of his apprentice Ye Xianshi.

"I'm serious."

Gong Linglan's sword missed nothing, he watched Mo Yun being crushed by him, but a clear voice came from behind.

He turned his head sharply, and Mo Yun was stepping on the slightly floating ghost, and when he felt his sight, he jumped lightly, and held the ghost in his hand.

"You..." Gong Linglan was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes were fixed, and he raised his sword to block Mo Yun's blow from the sky.

Ghost Sha and Slanting Moon collided, and the ear-piercing sound of rubbing made the nervous heart instantly unsteady. One side was surrounded by black air, and the other side was hazy with ice mist. There was no interweaving, only mutual repulsion.

Gong Linglan resisted with all her strength, her breath gradually became disordered, and she took a few steps back as if her body couldn't bear it anymore.

Mo Yun pre-empted the attack, and by surprise, the fiery red spiritual power in his hand was continuously sent to Guisha, black and red intertwined, intertwined and fused.

He looked at Gong Linglan, looked at the seat with some doubts, and when he glanced at a certain position, he suddenly sneered, "Stop pretending, your father is talking to your master, fight hard, make some noise, He'll see."

Gong Linglan was stunned for a moment, looked up at the young man, and pushed hard as if becoming angry from embarrassment, Mo Yun took advantage of the momentum to volley through the air, and fell back to his original position.